And fire (1958-1988) Johan Kastenberger Ronnie said Pumpgun-champion marathoner This Austrian robber Who today remembers? Administrations have blacklists People need to abuse People to kill With all staff accomplice And instructions to comply with lies This is the employment center To exclude your rights The world of the prison Where the maton, you will be the prey But these are instructions Coming from so high In case of dispute You eat your hat, nobody believes you! Not even in France, "Duck chained" Which will have other fish to fry! If this has been done You will always a fool For the administration of liberal fascism Provides all scenarios If for her, it went wrong! She orders must be broken, must be excluded The administration is always right It is always his word that prevails at the bottom! As you will for paranoid Nobody believes you, you are a maniac Policy administration Is the policy administration And the enemies of the system Women and men are stuck, identified, reported, necessarily listed Nobody loves Wants to eliminate tyranny By all means, no legally! At all times, it is so As informers, which still flourishes Who ever can not have any friend Except perhaps, madame madame hatred or jealousy! The city guardian of the countryside It is from about 1200, only Before, everything depended on the peasant The greatest lord, was dependent Certainly, what I write is not militant I do not want to depend on any camp For activism This is the highest stage of alienation At 62, I know the series! The party is always right The organization is always right The administration is always right If we know the song! Fire (1920-1979) Robert Boulin, a politician Murdered by the French State Should have said publicly And openly what he knew It would thus saved his skin, just He had secret files On people's government of his time That he did not intend to kill And send the documents to newspapers, such as "The duck connects" If he had done this, he would have been saved! Everything must go outside Even more shameful truth By delivering to the public Thus, it becomes frantic! Because it is a mathematical Where everything is political Mostly what I write, new alchemy Claim to be unpretentious The abyss is repopulated, it touches the bottom Constantly growing, deep As the last breath Someone who will die soon As the magic number 7 Whose root seventh, O magic Fifty seven Is 13404.946 The number 7 is a miss In the symbolic, the other is a solar eclipse As at the time in France Where the peasant in the apple, Adam and Eve Believer in the bean In 1381, the Peasants' Revolt in trance! The paraphysics is a coded language For Coquillards today, rare insiders Each country has its national front And what really hurts Is that his ideas Have for some time, trying to govern! Everything else is the staging With to say, beautiful mermaids And every year, the same étrennes This poetry is outdated, written in vain When it becomes false, it is not for tomorrow! The 2000s Have no real curiosity The 2000s Have no real generosity The 2000s Have no real solidarity And madness of the goods is institutionalized Who pretends to be crazy, man rebelled The man always busy Who does not want to participate And the least possible, alienated society Whoever does not claim that the expression released Freedom of expression completely camisolée! Of any organization is the reprobate Any machination is the designated victim The hierarchy is everywhere When it is hidden, especially This is even more perverse, more blur! It is less obvious in the middle says "revolutionary" And most obvious, in the wake reactionary But still the same lie repeated Four fragments of capitalism, opposed And in fact, are integrally linked Far left, left, right, extreme right Have sworn, life close Fear, always moist Are one and the same A life, want the same doses Death, like everything, which now appears on TV This is the family of the reaction And, without exception Forgotten, you are, or else! Administrations of misery Against which the stuck are at war Laboratories are For experimental neuroses For experimental psychoses They do everything to make us crazy! Subtly or obviously, it kicks Nobody escapes, it is fair This is social insecurity The administration of poverty, rebellion, hurts!